Stavanger Bay when you're rife with devastation

When the young wolf declared to be a proficient hunter, Osprey raised her eyebrows and eyed the Onyx curiously for a brief moment. Every wolf was a natural born hunter - to hunt meant to survive. You had no other choice. And the success rate at which you worked told a lot about the quality of your work. Osprey, who had had years of experience, still didn't consider her skill exceptional, because for every success there were three failed attempts. She wondered, if the youth was merely over-exaggerating or really as good as she claimed herself to be. Also the idea that you had to tend for caches first and then only for yourself seemed a bit off. Yet Osprey was in no mood to tease or to challenge. She decided to agree and drop the subject.

"Are you from around here - I mean - a Stavenger bay wolf by birth or you are a newcomer?" she asked.